The whole meeting was them gurning idiotically and whispering to themselves “don’t mention pee video, don’t mention pee video.”

Eh, I sign into Skype on my phone and do my grocery shopping on my lunch. People can still reach me if needed and I get a chore done.

Making paper thin slices of cucumber with my nakiri is may happy place. I leave the smashing to you brutes.

Does her head have testicles? WTF is going on under that scarf? Must be all the porn I watch at the grocery store.

We’ve all (people in the business) met guys in kitchens who were sociopathic, grabby coke fiends. They show up to work with ankle monitors one day, but cook like a fucking angel.

Stockpile plenty of Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning.

I’m building a retirement home south of Cancun and this dentist was recommended to me by my real estate agent. The guy is one of the best dentists I’ve ever had. I’v got a GP down there as well, but by the time I retire in 7-10 years they’re probably going to do the same.

Okay, but what’s the wife’s excuse?

Some day we’ll look back on this nightmare Administration with it’s Tweeter-In-Chief, the Mail Order, Possibly GRU Controller Bride, the grifting, corruption and lies and we’ll laugh as we search for canned goods and medical supplies in the rubble.

As much as I hate it I’m going to take a couple of days off this month to do just this. I took on a new project at work and I’m working another 8-10 hours a week and there’s no way to fit in vet appointments and runs to the dump and the yard waste facility.

Stormy Daniels got $130 K and they not even organic.

I had no idea she was going on tour with Sisters of Mercy

My poor Alexa... She must be starved for attention since my interactions are similar.

Land O’ Lakes Extra Melt or GTFO

Have we dated?

Goat yoga is just the newest way to consort with Satan.

Eh fuck Chipotle. It’s dead to me.

I have two kitchens. Granted one is a sun room that sat empty most of the time. Threw up some cabinets and got an old electric range. Now I can make jam, etc in the summer and not heat up the house.

I can’t wait for the book tour, with the handmade backdrop on a stained sheet.

How many times has that look been the last thing a dying hooker ever saw?